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Monday, May 18, 2020

[SS-764] Golden Question


[GOLDEN QUESTION]

I have been waiting inside a large, dark room. Aside from the small amount of light entering the empty space, there is nothing to illuminate the obscurity. My limited vision sees only dim images of broken furniture.

After an hour of waiting, I hear rusty wheels rolling towards me. Then a handsome, able-bodied man in black leather pants enters my field of vision.

"You are better looking in person. I am impressed," he praises slyly.

My dick hardens inside my black briefs. I hope he likes how the sweat coating my skin makes my body glisten.

He touches my biceps and says, "are you strong?"

"I am sir," I reply, loudly enough to echo how much I want to be a part of his stable.

He sits on the platform of the trolley he was carrying, "pull me and bring me around."

I clasp my hands on the handle and start pullying. His muscles are heavy, but I trained hard. I am going to show him that I am strong.I have been waiting inside a large, dark room. Aside from the small amount of light entering the empty space, there is nothing to illuminate the obscurity. My limited vision sees only dim images of broken furniture.


After an hour of waiting, I hear rusty wheels rolling towards me. Then a handsome, able-bodied man in black leather pants enters my field of vision.

"You are better looking in person. I am impressed," he praises slyly.

My dick hardens inside my black briefs. I hope he likes how the sweat coating my skin makes my body glisten.

He touches my biceps and says, "are you strong?"

"I am sir," I reply, loudly enough to echo how much I want to be a part of his stable.

He sits on the platform of the trolley he was carrying, "pull me and bring me around."

I clasp my hands on the handle and start pullying. His muscles are heavy, but I trained hard. I am going to show him that I am strong. 


"You did well. Stop here," he commands.

I halt.

He stands and says, "bow down."

I quickly go down on my knees and elbows. 

I feel his foot on my back. He presses down. My spine takes the pressure.

"Hmmm. You are sturdy. Are you thirsty?"

"Yes."

"Sit diwn and I shall quench your thirst."

I sit and face my torso up to him.

He gets a glass of water. He wets my body, not my mouth. 


He chuckles, "I know you want the real water."

"Yes, I do."

He removes his pants. He showers my face with golden liquid and I open my mouth.

I will be his. 

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