My naked pictures

He turned around to me. “Nothing, Sir. I…I just thought back to the time where I couldn’t understand what or who I was.”

I ruffled his hair and sat down on the chair. He came with me and knelt next to it so I could keep petting his head. “Belive me, boy, you’re not the first enslaved teen that couldn’t live with the decision that has been made. But it’s not important what you were but what you are now. And you adapted perfectly. You accepted your fate and took it like a good little slave.”

“Thank you, Sir.”, he answered and pressed his cheek against my hand.

“I know it was hard, boy.”, I said while I closed my eyes and leant back. “Unruly, cocky and self centered. That’s how I would have described you when I purchased you. But that were of course the reasons as well why I wanted you in the first place. I always knew I’d have a lot of fun with you.”

“I’m yours, Sir.”, he answered.

“Yes, but it took you some time to understand that totally. Locking you in permanent chastity wasn’t just an act of cruelty. I knew it would tame you. That it would focus your thoughts on your new place in life.”

I felt his head turn down for a second. He must have looked down. “Sometimes…I still do miss it, Sir.”, he slowly said.

“Oh, of course you do, boy. Look at you! You’re 20 years old, if you wouldn’t be horny after two years of chastity, something wouldn’t be right there.” I opened my eyes and looked at him. “But that’s what keeps you in line. That’s what you needed. And…it’s what I wanted as well.”

“You know best, Sir.”, he responded.

I smiled. “I do, boy. Alright. I’m thirsty. Get us two glasses of ice tea, boy.”

“Right away, Sir.”, he said and immediately jumped up.