Blue collar Master, white collar slave

so firm.

Surprised as I was all I managed to do was to flap my arms a little, an

ineffectual and more than a little embarrassing move, before giving in

to the kiss. As my arms slid around his shoulders, the hand holding my

crotch slid further back and suddenly he lifted me up as if I weighed

nothing at all. At five feet nine I certainly wasn't large and I worked

out to stay slim, but he handled me like I was made of air. He broke the

kiss off with a distinctly predatory smile and carried me farther into

the abandoned shop. I opened my mouth to ask a fearful question, but he

stopped me: "Hush honey. I'm just going to give you what you came for."

My look must have imploring and confused because he continued

explaining: "For a long, hard fuck, that's where we're going. That is

what you came for, isn't it Doll?" I blushed and unable to speak I just

nodded my agreement. "Thought so," he said. "A pretty, little boy like

you should never go too long without a good, hard fucking, isn't that

right?" Again all I could do was nod and as he carried me I rested my

head against his shoulder, letting him take complete control.

He put me down deep inside the shop in an old office. The only piece of

furniture left was a big oak desk, beaten and scarred, but still looking

very solid. The second I saw it I knew what was going to happen. And

sure enough. He loosened my pants so quickly I could hardly believe it

and before I knew it I was bent over, my upper body resting on the desk

as my trousers bunched around my ankles. I hadn't seen any lube in his

hand, but he must have had it, because the next thing I felt was cold

touch of it against my hole, followed by his huge cock. God it was big!

It was so big that I got seconds thoughts and mewled for him to stop. He

ignored this completely and accompanied by my squirming and moaning he

pressed into me. When he made his way past my sphincter it hurt bad, in