Rocky is keen to visit KUNT, the infamous fetish club he’s heard so much about. The stories are legendary, filling him with great anticipation. As he opens the door, his heart begins to pound. From excitement, or fear? What lies on the other side?<br><br>From the minute he steps inside, he knows this is a place where anything can happen. The muffled boom, boom, boom of industrial dance music permeates the walls, and he has a sudden urge to be in amongst it all.<br><br>He pushes a second door open. The space behind is dark and smoky. The music pounds in his ears as he’s confronted by a sight that almost takes his breath away. His heartbeat quickens. Little does he realize as he heads for the bar that this will be a night he’ll never forget.

Slave

“That’s it,” said Ben as he began thrusting his hips forward each time Rocky’s head went down on his cock. “Just like that.”


Rocky did his best to accommodate Ben’s thick prick. Each time he went down, he opened his throat to better deep throat his master’s meat. Finally he heard his master’s breathing start to quicken. It had become deeper, more erratic. His master’s hips were fucking his face, causing him to almost gag. Then his master grunted. Just as he had at the bar in Kunt Rocky felt his master’s hands clamp down on the back of his head, holding it hard up against his abdomen while he unloaded down Rocky’s throat. 


Chapter 5