Submitted by whipit23 last August 12th 2008, 05:08 AM

Mikey placed his hands on the cold, smooth surface of the small 2-foot table. The cellar was cold and a chill covered his pale, slender body. He set his feet apart and raised his ass high, waiting, his breathing heavy. He heard footsteps on the stone floor and began to tremble in fear and anticipation. He felt a smooth, tender hand run from his soft buttocks, to his softer blond hair.
‘Frank…’ he whispered, as the hand stroked his head. He turned round to stare at the long white can

Submitted by youngbitch last June 2nd 2007, 08:06 AM

I had gotten used to waking up a few minutes before my master did. As I stirred and stretched my body on the floor I took a moment to take in my surroundings. I checked the tightness of the leather mitts that kept my fists bound in tight balls, stroking my chest gently with one of them. I had a quick peek at my small dick, erect with thoughts of the hot dream I had been consumed with only moments previously.
I noticed one of the master’s socks lying on the carpet. I looked up from my pl