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Subject: Mr. Burke – Chapter 5 Please donate to fty. It is the only way to keep the site that we all enjoy so much! If you are not of legal rights and/or age to read any type of adult literature or if you find the material offensive, please do not read any further. The author and site cannot be held liable as you agree to accept all responsibility for reading said material. If you wish to contact the author of this series, please do so at ail, I will respond to all e-mails. This story is fiction. All names, descriptions and actions of the characters are not real. (end of chapter 4) As we both finally settled down, I rested my head on his shoulder. His cock was still inside me, as I felt myself drifting to sleep. “I love you, daddy,” I whispered. “I love you, Tommy,” he quickly whispered back. ————————- Chapter 5 I woke up in his bed. I looked at the clock and it read 11:58, I assumed it was ghttime, but I wasn’t completely sure. I heard Mr. Burke rummaging through his closet, and he eventually came out with a bag I assumed was for the trip. “Ah my boy, you’re awake. Good!” He said as he plopped the bag on the end of the bed. Mr. Burke began pulling things out of the bag. Some he put back in, others he tossed on the bed. I didn’t pay too much attention to that. He was naked and semi-hard, so I was enjoying the view of this tall, muscular man with hair covering his chest and stomach. His thick pubes made me miss mine even though I was getting used to the feeling of touching the smoothness down there. I began to rub myself as I watched. My little nap had me regenerated, I guess. Mr. Burke was still busy, but he would catch a glance my way and he was enjoying the show. I can only assume that because I was watching his beautiful cock grow before me. “That’s it boy, get your cock ce and hard for daddy,” Mr. Burke said. I noticed a bit of a slur in his voice. I began to be more demonstrative in my stroking as I tried to show off my hard boy cock. Mr. Burke was fished with the bag and tossed it to the ground. Mr. Burke crawled up on to the bed between my knees and started to suck my cock. My little boy cock disappeared into his warm, wet mouth. He opened wider and now had my balls as well. I could feel his tongue poking at my ball sack. Then, he suddenly stopped. “Ok it’s time to get you ready,” he said as he reached down into the pile of items he had set on the bed. “A boy should always wear his collar,” he said with a weird smile on his face. Something was different about Mr. Burke now. He put what looked like a dog collar around my neck. It was tight but not uncomfortable. I was apprehensive, but I trusted Mr. Burke. Next, he grabbed a pile of rubber bands and tossed them on to my stomach. He then began to put the rubber bands around my dick and balls. He was doubling and tripling them up and so some of them kind of hurt. But I looked down and my cock was huge. It was so hard and looked longer and thicker. The cock head was flared bigger than I ever saw. My balls felt squeezed and that kind of hurt. Mr. Burke took my cock into his mouth once again. It felt amazing, but I defitely could feel the restrictions the bands had placed on my cock and balls. He stopped sucking and then flicked his finger anadolu yakası escort against it. It was more sensitive because that kind of hurt. I also noticed it didn’t really move. “There we go. I think that will keep things in place,” Mr. Burke said. Mr. Burke reached behind him and grabbed what looked like a dog leash and attached it to the collar. I was becoming more anxious, and I think Mr. Burke noticed it, but unlike earlier when he spoke in a soothing and reassuring voice, this time he was like a different person. He had a frighteng look in his eye when he said: “You got yourself into this kid, now deal with it.” Mr. Burke rolled me over on to my stomach. My dick got smashed as it was sticking straight out, but thankfully It eventually flattened out. It still throbbed and would not soften. He yanked at the leash pulling my head and shoulders up and backward. “Boy better learn to obey,” he said sternly. He grabbed my left hand and pulled it behind my back and then did the same with the right. He held both fully together and I felt something being wrapped around them. “Oww, Mr. Burke, that hurts!” I cried out as I felt whatever he wrapped around my wrists tighten. He grabbed the leash again and pulled me back hard while choking me a bit. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Mr. Burke replied as he held the leash tight so I couldn’t move. He let the leash go and I fell back into the mattress as I couldn’t brace my fall with my arms now tied behind me. He went back to the straps and pulled them tighter. This time, I didn’t complain. He rolled me back over and started to kiss me. He smelled and tasted like beer. Earlier when we kissed, it was nothing like this. He must have been drinking more while I was sleeping. He was kissing me so hard and fast and sticking his tongue down my throat. I couldn’t move and was having trouble breathing. I tried to ask him to stop. I am sure he didn’t understand what I said but he stopped. I think it was because he was annoyed that I even tried to talk. He looked down on the ground and reached for something. “I seem to remember you were enjoying these earlier,” Mr. Burke said as he tossed his dirty, black boxer briefs onto my face. I tried to shake them off to no avail. He reached back again and grabbed a long strap of cloth. He grabbed the leash again and this lifted my head forward. He held me there and positioned the strap on the bed and let go of the leash which slammed my head back on it. He stuck the boxer briefs into my mouth. Not too deep and not very much of them in my small mouth. I resisted but he held his hand over it to keep it in place. Then he grabbed one side of strap to my mouth and then the other and began to tie them. Soon, he had tied the strap tight so that the boxers were stuck in my mouth. “Why was he being so mean to me?” I wondered. I think Mr. Burke was drunk. I had seen dads in movies being drunk and then being mean to their wife or kids, but I didn’t know that was a real thing. “Oh stop!” I yelled at myself. “He’s not being that mean and everything else he’s done has ended up being incredible. So just do what he says and try to enjoy it.” That was getting harder by the minute. “Hmmm, what else am I missing?” Mr. Burke asked ankara anal escort aloud as he pulled the bag back onto the bed. First, he pulled a stick of some sort which I think he called a “writing crop” and then two little things that looked like crocodile mouths. After many Google searches the next day, I discovered he was saying riding crop and those evil clamps are called alligator clips. The man who a few hours ago wanted me to call him daddy and told me he loved me, (ok he called me by the wrong name, but still!) squeezed one end of one of those little things, set it on my pple and released it causing it to close on my little boy pple. “Aaaahhh!” Is what I tried to scream, but I’m not sure what came out because of the gag. Whatever it was, it didn’t stop Mr. Burke from placing the other clip on my other pple. Now, I was writhing in pain. That’s when I found out what the “writing crop” was for. Mr. Burke grabbed it and snapped it against my flat, smooth stomach. The leather loop on the end clipped my skin and it felt like when I touched a hot sparkler last fourth of July. I tried to keep quiet. “That’s better. A boy needs to be able to take his pushment like a man.” “Pushment?” I wondered, “why am I being pushed?” I think I would have asked Mr. Burke if my mouth wasn’t stuffed with his underwear. Mr. Burke flipped me back onto my stomach but lifted me at my hips so just my shoulders and face were pressed into the mattress. He dove right into my butt crack. “Ahhh, yes! There we go. I knew my former coach would take care of me,” I thought to myself as slight jolts of pleasure trickled from my butt through my body. I even felt that shock in my chest. I started to think maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. But that ended quickly. I thought the first tap on my butt was a spank like earlier, but the stinging seemed to last longer. Before I knew it, my ass was being pelted with the crop. Mr. Burke didn’t limit it to my butt as he got the back of my legs pretty good, too. I was screaming into my gag and my body was jumping around. I felt welts raising from my skin. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, the onslaught stopped. I felt Mr. Burke’s tongue on my hole once again. My screams turned to moans of pleasure. My butt cheeks and legs were burng but it almost felt good mixing with the feelings flying thru my body. My pples were numb but almost felt like they were electric, being turned on by Mr. Burke’s tongue. He stopped once again. I braced myself. I guessed it was back to the crop but didn’t expect it on my privates! Luckily, Mr. Burke was much gentler to this sensitive area. First, he just poked at my balls and dick from between my legs which felt more like a tickle. I jumped a bit but because it felt good. Then, he lightly tapped them. There was a slight stinging, but it felt good. He would add force occasionally sending shooting pain throughout my body. Mr. Burke repeated this whole process many times until the pain and pleasure were mixing together and driving me completely wild. Mr. Burke flipped me to my back and touch, suck and blow on my dick, then use the crop. He would flip me to my stomach and play with my butt with his tongue and fingers, then hit me with the crop. ankara anal yapan escort I was ready to cum, but he had me so constrained I couldn’t. I was groang loudly, and my body was shaking. I was on my back with my face in the mattress so I couldn’t see, but I did hear the now familiar sound of the bottle of lube popping open. “My fucking slut son needs daddy’s cock, doesn’t he?” He asked. Even though I don’t think he was looking for an answer, I tried my best. “Mmphmm,” I said muffled as I also tried to shake my head. He was already in me before I fished trying to answer. His moves were fast and hard. He had to hold my hips to keep me upright. Mr. Burke began to almost shout. “Daddy’s little bitch. Oh yes, take my big, thick cock. You Love it. Your tight little ass is mine. I’m gonna breed you, boy. Fuck, son, my balls are filling up. I’m gonna dump my cum into your slutty little hole.” I probably should have been shocked by what he was saying, but I was too busy enjoying this incredible experience. The rubber bands felt tighter as my balls and cock were swelling. I needed to cum. I tried to free my hands which resulted in several whacks with the crop. I learned my lesson and kept my arms still as Mr. Burke used my boy hole. “Take daddy’s cum. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum so hard into this slutty hole. Oh yes oh fuck oh god aaaahhh!!!!” He screamed liked I had never heard even when he was mad at us when coaching. My body shook as his movements became jumpy as he unloaded his balls into me. He seemed to go for several minutes before he went silent, and I felt his cock slip from my butt. Mr. Burke flipped me back over. The welts burned against the mattress, but I didn’t care because I assumed it was my turn to finally cum. I needed my cock and balls freed. But Mr. Burke wasn’t done torturing me just yet. He tickled me with the crop. He would slightly stroke my cock. He would blow on it. He would occasionally lick it. I would raise my hips in an effort to get it into his mouth or rub it against him in some way. I would be hit with the crop every time until I finally stopped. I was yelling please through my gag, so it wasn’t understandable, but I knew Mr. Burke knew what I needed. I looked over at the clock and it was 1:05. We had been at this for over an hour. I was exhausted, but still needed to cum. Finally, Mr. Burke began to take off the rubber bands, but after every one or two, he would tease my dick and balls some more. I noticed Mr. Burke’s cock was hard again and he was slowly stroking while finally freeing mine. When mine was finally free, I began to thrust my hips wildly trying to cum. Mr. Burke was moang and stroking pretty fast now. He whacked me with the crop again and now that I was trained, I immediately went still. “Daddy’s boy finally obeying,” he said as he grabbed my cock. Two strokes later and I shot my cum further than ever before in my young life. Several blasts hit my face. I cummed so hard it hurt, and it seemed to go on forever. I didn’t notice at first, but Mr. Burke was cumming too. In fact, some of the cum on my face might have been his. When he fished, Mr. Burke got off the bed and headed to the bathroom. Still gagged with my arms tied behind my back, my pples pinched with those clips and my dick still jumping, my eyes closed, and I was fast asleep. ——————– That’s the end of Chapter 5. I am starting Ch. 6 now. I think this will be 9-10 chapters in total. Feel free to email me with comments. Thanks to all the readers for your comments and suggestions! JC ail Don’t forget to donate to fty!

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